"Tsk tsk tsk, those Xiao triplets are truly tantalizing," Jiang Che licked his lips lightly. Few could resist the allure of triplet sisters, especially when they were all adorable, soft, and moe-style girls.
At any rate, Jiang Che couldn't resist.
Once "Invisible Wings" was deployed, Xiao Sisi's downfall was imminent. As for Xiao Wanwan, a super misandristic little brat... conquering her would indeed be troublesome, but for Jiang Che, it was just a matter of time.
After all, Jiang Che was an expert at disciplining bratty girls!
He was a culinary god, skilled in crafting cream puffs, champagne, and stuffed flatbreads.
He had already met Xiao Sisi and Xiao Wanwan, leaving only one left—Xiao An'an!
Though he hadn't met her in person, just a single photo of this little moe girl had left a deep impression on him.
A very deep impression.
The Xiao triplets, ranked from eldest to youngest, were Xiao Sisi, Xiao Wanwan, and Xiao An'an.
But their figures didn’t follow the same order—instead, it was the complete opposite!
Xiao An'an, despite being the youngest and standing at just 150 cm, boasted an impressive D-cup cultivation—truly terrifying!
Xiao Wanwan was slightly less endowed, hovering around a B-cup.
Meanwhile, Xiao Sisi, the eldest, was as flat as a board.
...
"Brother Jiang Che, you're thinking about other women again, aren't you?"
Bai Qiangwei pouted, one hand clutching Jiang Che's arm, her delicate face tense with a hint of jealousy.
On Jiang Che's right side, Bai Jie clung to him, her infatuated demeanor as stable as ever.
"Where would I find the time? I’d never think of other women. My darlings, I can’t even spoil you two enough," Jiang Che said, planting a kiss on Bai Qiangwei’s cheek.
Lately, for some reason, all his girls had started getting jealous. Though they weren’t as unreasonable as other women, their pitiful, neglected expressions made Jiang Che want to pull them into his arms immediately.
"Liar! I’ve already heard from Wan'er that you’ve set your sights on some big celebrity," Bai Qiangwei muttered, her voice tinged with resentment, like an overlooked concubine.
"Qiangwei, when did you learn to be jealous? Did Yu Wan'er teach you this?"
But Bai Qiangwei only gazed at Jiang Che tenderly. Though her words sounded accusatory, all she really wanted was a little more affection.
Like many of the girls around Jiang Che, her love for him was almost painfully submissive.
"Bai Jie!!!"
Jiang Che suddenly called out, and Bai Jie, who had been buried in her own world, jolted upright like a startled animal.
Jiang Che sighed. Though Bai Jie was obsessive, that obsession had its perks—she never got jealous. Her love for him was so intense it bordered on twisted.
"For the next few days, I’ll be spending time with just you two."
Jiang Che felt a bit helpless. Having too many women around wasn’t always a good thing. After all, he was just one man, and with so many girls vying for his attention, even someone as capable as him sometimes found himself stretched thin.
And then—
A notification from the system made Jiang Che raise an eyebrow.
[Ding! Jiang Ruoxu requests to spend 1 million Brag Points to purchase a ‘Perfect-Grade Soul Nourishing Pill.’ Do you approve the transaction?]
Jiang Che’s hand, which had been resting on Bai Jie’s nape, froze.
Damn, this kid moves fast!
He’d been so lost in his harem lately that he’d almost forgotten about his little cousin Jiang Ruoxu!
"Wasn’t this guy saving up for a Supreme Body Refining Pill? Why’s he switching to a Soul Nourishing Pill now?"
Jiang Che vaguely remembered Jiang Ruoxu hoarding Brag Points to save up 10 million for a Supreme Body Refining Pill for his ring-bound master.
According to Jiang Che’s exploitation rules, for Jiang Ruoxu to buy a pill worth 10 million, he’d have to contribute at least 100 million points first.
"Keh keh keh, let’s see what’s going on with this little bro!"
......
"Master, Master, hold on! I’ll get you that Perfect Soul Nourishing Pill from the system right away!"
Jiang Ruoxu was panicking.
Not long ago, he’d ventured into a secret realm for training and stumbled upon several fortuitous encounters. But—this realm was connected to a "Gate"!
To make matters worse, the Gate’s seal was weakening, and several powerful warriors from the other side had emerged.
These warriors, all at the Shattering Heaven stage, inevitably clashed with him. Outmatched, he was nearly killed—until his master, Mo Lianxing, burned her remaining soul power to help him escape.
The cost, however, was devastating. Mo Lianxing, already a mere soul fragment, was now on the verge of dissipating. Ordinary Soul Nurturing Pills were useless—only a legendary Soul Nourishing Pill could save her. But a Perfect-Grade one cost a whopping 1 million Brag Points!
After scraping together everything, he only had 1.02 million. But a master was like a mother—he’d go broke if it meant saving her!
A faint light flickered from the ancient ring on Jiang Ruoxu’s finger.
Mo Lianxing’s soul was almost transparent, her overexertion pushing her to the brink of annihilation.
"Disciple, it’s up to you now!" Mo Lianxing knew her situation was dire. Though Jiang Ruoxu was unreliable at times, he did possess a powerful system.
At just 5,000 soul-years old, she was still in the prime of her life—she didn’t want to die!
[Ding! The Perfect-Grade Soul Nourishing Pill is sold out. Please wait for the next restock...]
The system’s announcement struck Jiang Ruoxu like a thunderbolt, shaking him to his core.
"What?! How can it be sold out? You’re a damn system! Who else is buying from your store?!"
[Ding! Host, please note: You are merely one of countless hosts. The Soul Nourishing Pill is highly sought after in many cultivation realms and often sells out immediately upon restocking. You may wait for the next batch.]
Jiang Ruoxu’s voice trembled. "How... how long until the next restock?"
[One month...]
Jiang Ruoxu exploded.
"SCREW YOUR DAMN SYSTEM! In a month, Master will already be gone!"
"System, I’m begging you—can’t I get a loan? I’ll work like a slave for you, live-streaming my bragging 20 hours a day!"
[Ding! This system does not offer credit. You may purchase an inferior-grade Soul Nurturing Pill instead. A Supreme-Grade one only costs 50,000 Brag Points.]
Jiang Ruoxu was on the verge of a breakdown. Even the best Soul Nurturing Pill was useless—his master’s soul was that of a legendary cultivator. Only a Soul Nourishing Pill could help her!
"Well? Disciple, do you have the pill or not? Your master can’t hold on much longer!"
Mo Lianxing’s urgent voice pierced Jiang Ruoxu’s ears, flooding him with unbearable guilt.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
